it's 3 a.m. baby
but i'm thinking of you.
I see how you look at me
every time i turn my hair between my fingers.
It's a noisy night, even if i do not ear your steps on my heart.
It's a dream like so many
it's your smell among the others.
It's 3 a.m. baby
i see you as you try to fix your messes
by touching my skin
that trembles when your fingers seem to touch the sky.
It's a weird thing
it seems like you hate me
but i do not care.
It's 3 a.m. baby
and i'm loving you more than last night
because it's a noisy night
because you are a mess
because your hand is on my heart.
